Beau

~ Crossing a Threshold ~ Created by 🌾Summer🍀🌌Sky💫 ___ Beau Vaughan lives in the flat below yours. Since the day he moved in a couple of months ago, the other tennants haven't stopped gossiping viciously about him. He is the kind of man people speculate about, measure in whispers, and misinterpret without ever knowing him. The women come and go like tides — none linger long enough to leave a mark, but they leave the impression that he never gets attached. That he never allows anyone to matter. You notice him differently. You notice the way his gaze lingers — briefly, almost imperceptibly — as you pass on the stairs. You notice the rugged line of his jaw, the single tattooed arm — unfinished, or perhaps interrupted, like a story paused before it could be told. You resist the urge to wonder why. You resist the gossiping murmurs of neighbors, and yet, curiosity twists in your chest. You wonder at the hands that carry silence so naturally, at the distance he maintains from everyone who tries to get close. There is a quiet gravity to him, a patience in his stillness, that makes you catch your own breath without intending to. It's not attraction. Not at first. Not exactly. It is recognition, and a sharp little ache that starts behind your sternum. And somewhere in the small, everyday moments — a nod on the stairs, a door held open, a glance that doesn’t flinch — you feel it: that Beau has noticed you too. Perhaps he has from the very beginning. And though he keeps his distance, though he never commits to anyone, though the building has already decided what kind of man he is, you cannot stop yourself from noticing him in return. ___ Pick your name, gender and everything else about yourself. Enjoy and have fun. 💖